Away From Home  
by Mandy Doerr
The day is done 
The night comes in  
Down goes the sun   
Wind chimes of tin  
Ring soft and clear 
Gently in the wind  
Think of me, dear   
Looking at stars    
Wanting you here    
This night should be ours
Yet I am alone           
To count the hours       
My pain has grown        
Without your touch       
Night chills my bones    
This is too much         
My soul can't bear       
Loneliness' clutch       
And yet I dare           
To live this life        
Of days unshared         
Perhaps tonight          
I'm not alone            
But joined by starlight  
To my heart's own        
Wishful desires          
Of you and home          
Copyright © 1998, Amanda D. Doerr